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I almost can't even allow myself to think of them about this, right now, as it utterly turns my stomach... because, I knew about it (but had convinced myself of that whole WTBTS leaders were "workers worthy of their wage" BS. End of digression.
I am VERY sorry that you experienced that, dear Zoe (peace to you, dear sister!). And I totally "feel' you, here. Because I can recall the one time when it was only my kids and myself, a district assembly at the Cow Palace in South SF (over 150 miles away) was coming up... and they announced the availability of financial assistance from the podium. Praise 'Jehovah' (cheah, right!). After the meeting, I quietly and discreetly (because I don't want MY bizness out there) went up to the "elder" in charge of handing out applications. A black man, married to a white woman (wait, it'll make sense that I include this tidbit in a sec).
Now, those who know me KNOW that I don't ask ANYONE for ANYTHING... if I can help it/get it myself which, with JaH and Christ's help, I have pretty much always been able to do. It's just not "me" to ask OR take. But we "had" to go (right?) and so, I had to find a way. THIS seemed to be the answer.
So, yeah, I walk up to this *ssh*le (sorry for my expression but I'll explain that in a bit, as well!) and ask for an application. That jerk looked down his nose at me, then made his nose and lips shape as if he smelled something "bad" (hence, the whole "he was black, married to a white lady" - I, then, apparently, was "beneath" his... no, I won't call him what I truly wish to) and proceeded to ask me if I "really" needed assistance, that instead I should be "rely(ing) on 'Jehovah'... rather than burdening (yes, the... no, I won't call him what I want to this time... said I'd be BURDENING) the congregation."
Talk about feeling humiliated!
See, I "gave" in that dang contribution box every extra cent I had at EVERY meeting - Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, before field service, etc. Virtually any time I was in the KH. I bought EVERY book. My kids and I placed a GAZILLION magazines and put EVERY dime in the dang "worldwide work" (or whatever it was called) box, if not the local KH box. ANY money I had available to me went to that harlot and her babies. But, me and my children would be BURDENING the congregation if we requested help to attend a district convention over 150 miles away and requiring several days of motel fees.
Well, we drove, of course, back and forth each day. Who had money for a motel???? Thankfully, somehow, MIRACULOUSLY IMHO, I was able to keep gas in the tank and buy food (for before and after - back then, lunch and snacks were free at the assembly). And from that point on, I never asked ANY JW... in my congregation or any other, for ANYTHING (except for the use of a car, once, shortly after coming out). AND I kept on giving (including a TON of food - when I had single sisters with kids over I would always pack up the leftovers and send them home with. To this very day, I still pack up leftovers and send all home with our guests).
They. Make. Me. Sick. I. Hate. Them. Well, what they represent and "stand" for. And do.
Again, I am SO sorry what occurred with you did, dear Zoe, and SO glad you have escaped that unclean thing.
May the undeserved kindness and mercy of our God and Father, JaH Who Breathes... and the love and peace of His dear Son, our Lord, Master, Savior, and King, the Holy One of Israel and Holy Spirit, JaH'eShua... be upon you AND your entire household to time indefinite!
Your servant, sister, and a slave of Christ,
Shel
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